they all know your name

Liam

And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground

Liam was not the most observant of men, but even he did not miss the slight furrow of Deimos's brow - perhaps in part because he'd been looking for it, for some sign that the woman he'd come to know was not, perhaps, the woman she'd once been. It still confused him, if he was being honest, that she'd managed to make so many enemies - and such important ones, at that. But the Sword's reaction at least solidified in Liam's mind that Maea was, in fact, not on good terms with at least one region's leader.

Good to know.

Letting it go, for he had no way to remedy the situation for her - and nor would she want him to, even if he could - it was his turn to furrow his brow as Deimos asked if he wanted anything in return. "No, of course not," he said. "Just for it to be used well." He offered a lopsided smile. "I'd offer my own services, but I'm not sure how useful I'd be at present." Unfortunate, really, but his own fault since sequestering himself away all those seasons ago.

Although, that did remind him. "Oh - I don't suppose you could point me towards a smithy? I need to have a sword made while I'm here. There are... not many options in the Greatwood, so I'm trying to take advantage of being in civilization."

And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now